Not queen

 Well. Crown Tourney is over, and luckily I didn't become queen. I don't know my fighter well enough for that to be a god idea, even if it had been fun to win. But with some other person, someone I know well.

I was, as my friend Mistress Lia said: bouncy. I drank too much, hugged too many people, told too many people that I love them and generally had a very good time. Though I wonder how this old, hard-partying Eva came back from the (almost) dead.

Now my body, and my feet especially, are killing me, and it was hard to give two lectures yesterday.

I got very few photos of my nw gown being worn, but here are three: